Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 56

Cordelia eyed Everard with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

His eyes betrayed no hint of fear, but his face was a shade paler than usual, perhaps from fright.

Whether he was faking it or genuinely scared, she couldn’t deny her boyfriend’s “reasonable request“. But she did have one card up her sleeve.

With a languid voice, she offered, “I’ll just grab your breakfast then.”

That would keep Cordelia at a safer distance from Everard.

As Cordelia turned to leave, Everard rose to his feet and followed closely behind her, his voice steady, “With you here, I’m not scared at all.”

Calvert, who had been sitting silently at the table like a church mouse, was speechless. Back in the day, when their group huddled together, they used to wonder if there was anything Everard couldn’t do. They concluded that Everard might only be helpless at dating.

Now it seemed like the big man could handle even that with flair.

In his first love, Everard was already pulling off moves so suave that surprised Calvert. He resolved to demand a “mental health allowance” when he got back for being force–fed this daily dose of romantic display. This was just inhumane

They continued their breakfast in silence.

Cordelia’s phone buzzed.

She glanced at it and saw a text from Actorman, ‘Lia, I got the bag! Thanks a bunch! How much do I owe you? Send over your bank details and I’ll transfer the cash”

She had shipped off the bag to Bland after acquiring it last week, but it was only now, seeing his message, that she remembered she hadn’t settled up with Everard

“How much for the bag?” she inquired.

Everard swallowed his mouthful of pancakes and replied, “200

Cordelia texted back the details.

LearnLover replied, “Two hundred. Bank account is XXX.

Actorman continued, “Got it, Lia. The money’s on its way”

Cordelia didn’t give it another thought and went back to her meal.

she pulled out her wallet and laid three hundred–dollar bills

at a loss for

as he swallowed the fact that this bag

chat “Who exactly is this girl?“, a heated discussion

no clue where she gets this bag without markup. She sold it to me at the original price]

sold for a premium since they were in

be loaded, not caring about this chump change. I sent her my sheet music. yesterday, and she pinpointed

continued. ‘Designer bags are

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the case for the finest tunes.

were loval pursuers of

“How’s this girl with math 7

realize the’s cracked Batra’s Conjecture. I’ve lost hope, not everyone who joins us is a jack of all trades

She’s just a young girl. Don’t set your standards too

Cordelia headed to

respectfully opened the rear door Yates, sporting a shock of red hair, stepped out in his uniform, eyes glued to his

a safe distance, with no one daring to come. within several meters

greeted him only when they were too close

Yates

clearly annoyed, looked up with fiery eyes

on when someone tapped his shoulder, pushing him to the brink of

the hell is bothering me… Yates was about to lash out but turned to see a pair of clear and seemingly misty eyes staring back at

just looking

reluctantly muttered, “Boss

replied Yates‘ greet.

notice how her backpack sagged under

move, he overheard her curious voice,

his phone and pocketed it, “Nothing much.”

he prepared for further

she simply acknowledged and didn’t pursue the

was at a

quickly ascending to the top floor and his

was known for the worst academic performance in the school, and four

his arrival, Flame No. 1 rushed over, “Bro Yates!”